A/N: YAY! CHAPTER FOUR!!! I FINALLY GOT IT UP!!! Let's all celebrate by reading then reviewing! *goes quiet* Yeah, yeah, I know that was lame, but I really appreciate those sorts of things from my readers. I think it's funny when people insult me, too, 'cause then I get to make them look like complete morons. :) Fair warning there. Anyways, enjoy, read some of my other works if you're in the mood, and don't graffiti my rock!
Oh one last note:
Dragon Ball Z and all logos, character names distinctive likenesses thereof are trademark of TOEI ANIMATION. © BIRD STUDIO/SHUEISHA, TOEI ANIMATION, licensed by FUNimation® Productions, Ltd.
And that, my comrades, is one of the official legal statements by those bakas at FUNimation, which I got of I DBZ fruit snack box. ^.^
Dark Season
"Hold your tongue and obey."
Chapter 4- Silk and Peaches
"Forgive me if I kill your brother if we find him," fumes Goten after another tree branch slaps him in the face.
"You'll have to beat me to it," Bra responds as she pulls her foot out of a mud clot, "Where are we anyway?"
"I dunno'; I've never been on this planet before."
"What a wonderful help you are."
"Oh, and you're any better, Miss Prissy-Princess?!"
"If it wasn't for you and my nimrod of a brother, we wouldn't be here, so just shut-up!!!"
"MAKE ME!!!"
The two glare at each other, rage building in both of them. Spending hours together had built a relationship of hatred between them, proving that Vegetan and Son blood do not mix well. Tempers have finally exploded and the pair are ready to gouge the other's eyes out right there and then in the middle of the hostile jungle, even if it lessens either's chance of survival, let alone their quest to find Trunks. Both step back into fighting stances, determined to prove the other who is the superior.
Just as they are about to charge, both freeze, something catching their sensitive Saiyan hearing, and unnerving them to the core. The environment around them grows quiet.
"Did you hear that?" questions the older, glancing around unsteadily.
Too quiet.
"Y-yeah," the youngest half-breed answers timidly, her own eyes darting about.
Without warning, a hail or green, coconut-like spheres rain down upon Goten, seizing him off guard. Bra immediately screams in fright, scarring away their unseen attackers, and suddenly finds herself standing alone in the center of a stale silence. Racing over to her fallen companion, she finds him unconscious, raising her anxieties again. Quickly, she throws him over a shoulder and takes off. Where she is going, she can't tell; right now she must rely on her instincts to guide them to safety or die trying, for she cannot think of anything else to do. Forcing all thoughts of uncertainty out of her mind, she flies with her gut and lets nothing distract her.
For an eternity it seems, she rushes through the air pockets between the clusters of thick foliage, but her confidence never wavers, their lives resting on her efforts. At last, the damp forest thins and reveals a majestic and romantic beach set on the edge of a vast tide before the young woman's sights. Sighing contently, she flies over and places her incapacitated fried on the warm white sand. The orange sunset reflects as perfectly on the twenty-two year-old's face as it does on the shimmering, navy-blue ocean. With the golden light of the mysterious planet's setting star, he becomes a god, free of his mortal restraints, glowing with immeasurable beauty. A gentle sea wind graces his face and swishes through his raven mane, giving the final touch to his handsome appearance.
In a trance, the princess sits down beside him, carefully stroking a strand of hair into place. The sound of rustling palms blended with softly crashing waves upon the shore numb her human judgments, and she leans over, placing their faces a breath apart. Delicately, she engulfs his lower lip in her mouth, sucking tenderly, while one of her hands glides over his covered chest. His sculpted pectorals and abs flinch slightly with her touch, and his eyelids flicker open. For a minute, all her can do is stare in complete shock at her closed optics as her embrace continues, totally unaware of his consciousness. Weren't they just at each other's throats?!
Gaining his senses, the youngest Son boy shoves her off of him, scuttling back like a disgruntled crab. A cry of surprise escapes her as the blue-top lands on her rear upon the sand. Wrath rapidly bursts within her; how dare he rebuke her, the daughter of Vegeta and a royal Saiyan maiden! Caught up in her anger, she jumps to her feet and bears down upon him. Before he can act, a taut foot rounds and kicks him across his face, flipping him over. He tries to gather himself, but she is too fast, and her shoes driving hard upon his back soon knock the wind out of him. As he gasps and gags, his unsuspected opponent turns him to face her with the tip of her boot.
"I hope you think twice now about denying me my rights of noble blood," her voice bites, totally unlike her normal, sweet self.
"Bra…" rasps the injured warrior, "What…the-"
"Don't speak," she orders, kicking him in the ribs to insure his silence, then grins, "Better yet, go back to sleep."
With that, she levels her middle finger with its index and ring counterparts, and strikes his neck, sending him back into darkness.
Goten groans, his head throbbing, but not just from his headache. Why had Bra acted like that? What had happened to her wile he was out the first time? What had she done recently? Opening his eyes once more, his sights rest on a tropical canopy made into a roof, the scent of fresh Brazil nuts and balmy waters wafting around him. Yawning, he shifts his eyes to investigate the rest of his surroundings: a small hut of strong equatorial trees sewn together with bark and sap encloses him, odd ivory hieroglyphics adorning the walls with various colored and shaped shells.
As he mentally wanders around the room, his sights snag on a figure standing in the doorway. The light of the waning double moons graces silky white skin sculpted into flawless, ripened, and full feminine curves, barely covered by a scant woven skirt of stripped leaves and a pair of fruit husks from a half lifting their chest. Cherry lips glisten in the lunar rays as the night's illumination slides down the waves of aqua flowing down from atop the fruitful individual's head. Unable to contain his inner nature, he moans lustfully, he member immensely aroused.
"I'm glad to see you're finally awake," warms the familiar vocals of Bulma's daughter from the entrance.
"B-Bra?" the other half-Saiyan starts, rather surprised that she can look so matured and attractive, "I-Is that you?"
His response comes as a single smug laugh, typical of her father. Slow and deliberately, she paces toward him, her hips swaying from side to side in rhythm with the padding of her feet, causing his subconscious to long for her body beside him and his pride to steadily erect. She sits gently down upon the bed of grains by his side, bending slightly in his direction. Teasingly, she runs a slender finger down his bare peach torso.
"Hey!" he unexpectedly yells, sitting up, "What'd you do with my clothes?!"
Indeed, only his black boxers with their sunny smiley faces remain. The rest of his outfit is nowhere to be found.
"Don't worry about them," she coos, pushing him back upon the ground, "You don't need them right now, anyway."
Leaning down, the young woman locks lips with him, forcing her tongue into his mouth while her hands hold his arms against the sand with abnormal strength. Spit slides down the back of his throat, causing him to choke and gag, but she doesn't seem to notice and climbs on top of him, straddling his legs. Purposely, she lets his growing cock slip beneath her sarong, allowing it to rub against her bare flesh. Once more, the older's eyes widen dramatically and shakes his head to end the embrace.
"What is wrong with you?!" yells the infuriated female, striking his cheek with a flattened palm, "A low-born soldier like yourself should feel blessed to even look so closely upon me, let alone the chance to sleep with me! Are you blind or just too stupid to see my title and beauty?!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" he answers, confusion and a bit of fear sweeping into his face, "Bra, having sex with me is wrong, and especially at your age! We're eight years apart, and do you have a condom, because I sure don't have one, or the will to get you pregnant at fourteen! Oh, and let's not forget the fact that YOUR DAD WILL KILL ME!!!"
"Quiet!" she orders, smacking him again, "Our face has never let any, large or small, factors keep us from achieving what we want, no matter what the ambition is. As for my father, he is not here, so he does not of importance. Son Goten, I know that things can be hard to understand, but please just close your eyes and listen to your instincts."
Obediently, he lets his thoughts slip to the black of his mind. His whole body relaxes, trying to find the answers within.
Man, you really are a baka.
What? He thinks.
Well, I don't know: hot elite slippin' your Jack against her flower and lavishing you with kisses. Why can't we see the meaning of this? YOU MORON, LET ME OUT!!! BY THE GODS, LET ME WRESTLE WITH HER!!!
Wait a damn minute- are you my Saiyan side?
No, I'm the Namekian part of you. OF COURSE I'M YOUR SAIYAN SIDE! Now for the Supreme Kai's sake, LET ME IN HER SKIRT!!! COME ON, QUEENY!!! WHIP THIS SLAVE BOY!!!
Will you knock it off, you're giving me a headache! Alright…but I really shouldn't…I can't- I don't love Bra.
Liar!
Excuse me?
You heard me! And don't mind me saying, but how could you not hear me? Anyway, you're kidding yourself, or else I would be a little saner, and how can I be with the size of those melons?! Man, how I'd like t-
Twisting his head and opening his eyes to rid himself of the demon's voice, the black-haired warrior sighs. The nature, through all its immaturity , is right. Ever since she had really begun to train, he had been overwhelmed with intimate feelings for her, but he had oppressed them, as modern society would never approve of such a match. Now that they are alone, and she is so openly giving herself to him, he will not be able to restrain himself any longer.
"Well?" muses the princess.
"Bra," he begins, looking a little flustered, "I, ummm, have actually like-liked you for a while now, and holy Dende! Bra, you…I…oh…!"
Goten trails off into mindless babbling, for his counterpart had just undone her upper garment and is dangling it off to the side, revealing her luscious breasts. Grinning, she pushes his grasping hands down on the sand, creating energy shackles to hold them down. She proceeds to gently rub his chest and abs, calming and bringing him back to reality. Lying down upon him, she kisses his lips, pushing her arms under and around his torso.
"Bra…" whispers the spellbound male, "My princess…I am your humble servant… Your wish is my command…"
"Be still," she orders quietly, "And do not oppose me."
With that, her palms glide down to the band of his shorts and pull them off as far as the top of his hairline. The tease wrenches at his sanity, and he releases an anguished moan, arching his lower region. A royal smirk spreads across his tormentor's face as she sits up, contemplating on how to torture him next. Deep in thought, she runs one of her slender indexes through the traverses of his chest, tracing every part of him and paying great attention to his tender teats and sensitive abs. The traveling indicator slips down to his satin coverings, joined by its middle and ring counterparts, and presses gently against his clothed pride. Louder than before he howls, lifting her slightly off the ground. Her Nereid eyebrows rise with delight, and her touch becomes harder, excitement gradually building within. So he really does like her! How will it feel, then, as he holds deep feelings for her, compared to the blank confusion and angst she would have had to face by simply taking what she wants? There being only one way to find out, she moves on to the next faze.
Longing whimpers spill from the male's mouth as she stands upon her feet and turns her back to him. Had he done something wrong? Were her interests somewhere else? Having no answer, he dejectedly bucks his hips in the air, trying to at last gain her attention.
"Hush," her voice breathes, and her final garment slides off, falling softly in a bundled heap. Instantly the Son's crying stops, awe of her perfect form completely washing over him. Carefully, she steps backwards and lies by his side, forcing him to twists around to see her. Placing a hand on his upturned cheek, she draws close and lightly licks his lips, but does not go into a kiss. A small whine leaves him again; pushing two fingers against his mouth to quiet him, she runs her free hand downward and fully removes his stretched boxers. She gasps at his size, though he is still under prepared. Impatient and in need, he jerks himself toward her, his pride growing at the same time. All his efforts do is push her back, and he moans with remorse.
"Bra…" the older Earthling calls, a few glistening drops streaming down his face, "…Please."
Grinning, the Briefs girl shoves him back and places herself just above his knees. The delicate lightweight relaxes the fusing partner, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. Taking him in her hands, she squeezes, pulling upward slightly. He groans lustfully, his cock hardening considerably in her grip as she continues her erotic ministration. With every tug, she increases her force, and with every pull he squirms zealously and lengthens. Pressure building, he jerks against his manacles, the motion calling upon a new type of energetic-climax within. His entire package reddens, fully readied, and ki begins to flare around them.
"Change to level three," whispers the teaser, twisting her grip.
In a burst of energy, he moans loudly as his brows shed and widen, while his mane groups, goldens, sharpens, and grows past his waist. Their heart beats race, the transformation enabling him to extend and strengthen further. Giggling, Bra ads her own Saiyan power to her clutch, a white aura flaming and blending with his yellow. Deep growls from them both fill the hut; he cannot take it any longer. Howling at the top of his lungs, he releases and throws her forward with his thighs. The female straightens herself on his stomach, dangerously close to his member, and studies her sticky, drenched hands. An erogenous smile curls her lips as her eyes turn to his and she slowly and erotically licks a single middle finger instantaneously with the remaining appendages wiping themselves on her silky face, causing patches to glisten with his syrup. Pari passu, her other hand sweeps through the steaming air to her bush; she rises, shifting her weight onto her bestride knees, and parts her pussy with a dripping index and glides it into her entrance.
Goten groans with a suggestive smirk as raspy sighs leave her throat, a specific knuckle resting on his lower abs while the rest of it mocks his own jewels. His dark brown eyes gobble her gourmet face panting from the sensation, her delicacy breasts filling themselves out, her cherry paps stiffening into tender peaks, her succulent curved body moving up and down steadily with her breathing and fluctuating temperature, and her delicious blue bouquet so close to his blonde shrub and red oak. He struggles wildly to wrench his hands free, desperate to have an unbound span to wrap the goddess in and never let her fall to harm's or any other's will.
Or at least get his screw into her bolt!
"Son," loving beckons his only desire, extracting her finger and placing it on his lips, which he hungrily licks clean of their juices.
"Your highness," he answers as her hands crawl down to his grasping palms and entwines their fingers, "Please…release me…"
Drawing down to interweave their lips, the azure maiden withdraws the energy cuffs. Instantly, he envelops his arms around her while his legs swathes hers, rolls over, and thrusts his manhood into her, ending their virginity. She screams, totally unsuspecting a move such as this, but he does not stop plunging himself in and out of her canal. Her involuntary muscles tauten and ease on his tool, exciting his animalistic nature, and he grunts like an ape while he rocks their bodies. Gaining her senses, his partner begins to buck her hips in tune to his rhythm, adding to the joy of the deed. Having his extra-long, Super Saiyan 3, burning penis inside her most sensitive is intense and demanding; she climaxes, opening her legs wider for him.
"Change," he growls, grabbing her shoulders.
"What?" sighs the younger hybrid on the verge of another orgasm.
"Change!" he yells, suddenly sending a bolt of ki into her body at the same time as his hands shock her with an electric charge.
With a drawn out, high-pitched whine, the royal female let loose every once of energy in her, shaking the hut with her power. As discharge seeps out onto the white grains, the aqua mane strewn out on the sand washes into woven strands of gold. Smiling, the male leans into a kiss with his ascended mate. Their tongues waltz magnificently in their open mouths, celebrating the moment with the dancing of their instruments of speech, along with the female's soft hands rubbing his peach skin while he kindly curses her delicate, curved rump, their bodies yearning for one another. He twists his lower region, making her squirm uneasily as he had, the recently yellow bloom longing for the bee, then drives hard. A suspended gasp responds, followed by a deep groan from the fourteen year-old. The rubbing of his bag against her reveals his coming flood; digging her nails into his back, she awaits his release.
Jumping onto his hands, unconsciously bringing his woman with him, he snarls once, then howls, his stick driving as far as it can into her soft, moist depths, and spills his juices.
"GOTEN!!!" she screams, her blue eyes widening and a childish smirk spreading across her face, "GOTEN, GOTEN, GOTEN!!!"
The older roars happily in answers, bouncing them against the bed of tanned powder.
"Goten!" continues his giddy consort, "You fuck great! Shin, this is excellent! More, Goten, more!!!"
Throwing his head back and shaking her arms off of him, his hands cup her naked mounds and squeeze. She shrieks with delight, her own feelers reaching and grabbing his yellow bush, tugging at the fine hairs. Uncensored laughter erupts out of them as the stream of sperm continues to fill her womb; sliding his palms to her mons, he slips two fingers between her lips and fiddles with her clit, earning squeals of sexual pleasure.
Finally, after hours of bliss, the couple parts and lays in each other's arms, reflecting on what they have done.
"That was," begins the young man, "That was…"
"Indescribably," finishes the most recent SSJ.
Quiet whips through the darkened room, each trying to think of what to say.
"You want to do it again?" Goten abruptly blurts.
Pause.
"Sure."
A/N: What's next?! Only I know! Be patient, and we'll see what's the outcome! What's that? Why didn't I put what happens after a period of time? Oh, you'll see…in the next chapter! Muwhahahaha! I am so evil!